Find a talented person to write a poem, the content is not limited, within 20 lines

That guy put so many lyrics on it.

The man didn't write it himself.

Here.. Fishman's Day

Live in transparent water.

But I can't see you.

Only a little oxygen remains.

Is it enough for me to sustain myself?

I wish I had a festival.

Can let me see you.

Tell you that unspeakable secret.

And if on the April Fool's Day of the Fishman, I tell you the secret of my heart, it is only self-deception......】

Original] I feel cold because I used to be warm.

What it's like to miss someone.

Like drinking a glass of cold water.

And then for a long, long time, one by one to shed tears.

Forget what it's like to be alone.

Like appreciating a brutal beauty.

Then use a very small voice to tell yourself to be strong.

You don't feel what it's like to be sad.

But I have no way of going back.

Precipitation, immersion, intoxication.

Why bother with the rain and the wind?

Chaos is flying.

How to break free from bondage and get back.

When I think about the past, everything is so poignant.

When I think about the past, I feel tired of everything.

My tears touched your brow.

Your smile can't hold up my tears.

Reality is a dream that cannot be changed.

In the end, who's who's who.

If one day.

If you can go to my heart, you will shed tears.

Because it's full of sorrow you've given.

If one day.

I can go to your heart, and I will shed tears.

Because it doesn't matter if it's all yours.

"Ancient poems"It refers specifically to the poems written by the ancients, and these categories of poetry are called by us modern people"Ancient style poems".You should ask:"Eager for a self-created ancient style poem? "

Yongzhi princes will be mortal.

The one who is so hidden is pure in his heart.

Legend has it that the high mountains are flowing water.

People in the world are running to find soulmates.

Jun travels with the blue bird to the hometown.

Zi Chu ran to the death and took charge of Qin.

Such as the Wolong and the Prancing Horse.

Orchid chrysanthemum always shows in the forest.

Note: Zhili, a monk. Blue bird, sacred bird. Zi Chu, the father of Qin Shi Huang, was a hostage of Zhao and later fled back to Qin. Wolong, Zhuge Liang. Prancing Horse, the grandson of the White Emperor.

Meaning: No matter what kind of hero, it is possible that they are from low backgrounds, and there are talented people who seek seclusion, and their personal pursuits are different. Many heroes look for the right opportunities and people who appreciate them in order to succeed in their careers.

But in any case, they are always very good, like the orchids in the forest, extraordinary.

Hello dear shadows!

Can you imagine? We have walked through the years together, unconsciously youth, how many days and nights have you accompanied me, how many ups and downs.

I am like a little tree, and you are a shady corner of my world, we welcome the sun and absorb the beautiful sunshine.

But you hide beside me, I grow slowly, and you only stare at me.

Our dear Motherland.

I'm proud of you.

My future is young because of you.

Times are changing.

I run with youthful energy.

The future me. It is necessary to fill the motherland with white clouds and green grass.

There are also cute birds that surround you.

I will sing my praises to you with a beautiful singing voice!

Warm you in the arms of my hands.

With my growth, it will come slowly.

Smoke curling from the suburbs.

It's Meng Yao, who is sleeping with angels.

I've grown up, and wherever I am needed, I will go with a good heart.

When we are young, we still have a lot of knowledge to learn, not only to be single-minded, but to develop in an all-round way, we have talents, the motherland has hope, the motherland has hope, we are happy.

Today, I have grown up, tomorrow, I have to struggle, and the future is still waiting for us to create.

Facing the bright sun.

We've walked together.

We hold hands.

Not afraid of hardship and not afraid of crying.

Just set sail for that big dream in our hearts.

In the rough sea.

Fight it a hardship, on that majestic peak, break its courage.

When we grow up, we are leaving the arms of our parents.

It's time for us to fight for ourselves.

Do you think so about Shadow?

We will be with us for a long time.

We still have to fight together.

Come, take my hand, and let's go together!

sunfuson original Please also smile at the landlord!

Originally published on 2010-08-25 Popularity: 20 since when.

I don't know where to go.

Since when. Lost hearts drift with the wind.

My world is so panicked.

I'm tired of life.

My world is so vast.

Even the wind lost its direction.

A place that the heart yearns for.

But you can't be attached.

Calm down. But I can't get rid of it.

Inner tangle.

But seek to be ordinary. but tormented in distress and unwillingness.

Years. In exhaustion.

Day by day it depletes.

Escape the mind.

Drowned in the sea.

Struggle comes. Leaving only a shell to watch over loneliness.

Rain, fluttering and sprinkling, long raindrops.

The night breeze blowing in your face.

Guiding the streets, like glittering ribbons.

Leading, directing the way, directing.

I want to return to heaven and earth into the heart of the boat, and the rain condenses the ripples of the sky and the earth into the back of the water droplets falling under the rain.

The young man's back.

Tears, gurgling, deep and shallow tears, the cold wind blowing in the face, crying the wind, stinging the young man's eyes, crying, crying about the melancholy in his heart, crying - home is gone.

Tears, will be home and people's variety.

Condensed into tears.

dripping on the clouds.

The boy's tears.

Accidentally. Your face.

Didn't remember. Passerby A has some impressions.

Throw you into the desert.

No**. Ancient pottery-colored plug outside.

Even the memories are a little desolate.

Archaeologist. Didn't ask where you came from.

March in early spring.

In the sun. Flip a touch of green.

Your unhurried words.

There was some surprise. Before the sunset returns home.

In the end, it's time for silence.

It's still time to stick to yourself seriously.

There was an umbrella that lasted for a long time, and it refused to be accepted when the rain stopped;

There was a bouquet of flowers that smelled for a long time, and it withered and refused to throw away.

Even if the green silk turns gray, it can be retained from the bottom of my heart.

You come quietly.

Walking quietly does not bring a cloud.

Don't just walk a little grass.

You are so elusive.

Ah, the wind. You are so silent.

So selfless and moving. Thank you.

"The clouds want to be light, the wind wants to be clear" (I wrote it myself, I don't know if it's like this?) Everything is right and wrong

The rest is just what fell at that time

A few broken tears

Everything comes down to the compass of fate after all

Admit it or not, and how many gaps can you break free

It's better to let the past go with the wind

Drifting away like fallen leaves

Steal a little plain and simple

Pain and joy.

It's like the wings of hope flapping.

Click, click.

Wield my youth.

Gone my years.

Forget the pain, forget the laughter, forget her in my heart.

Like a homeless man without a home.

Like a lonely star at the end of the world.

This is the clouds of red dust that drift through the earthly sky.

This is the innocent face carved by the old wind mark.

Forget it, I'm struggling powerlessly.

Entrust your former heart to this hypocritical prosperity.

Angel wings fluttering.

Whew, whew.

Blow away my thoughts.

Wash away my affection.

Say goodbye to love, say goodbye to memories, say goodbye to a tear.

Like leaves for autumn.

Like the sun leaving the night.

They no longer intrude on my normal life.

They don't bother with it anymore.

Farewell, my fond memories.

Bring unforgettable experiences to life.

Hello landlord. Here are two of my original poems, just for your reference.

Silly love "tetralogy"].

Love is a mountain.

He or she will not admit defeat if he or she strays.

Even if you go the wrong way, you have to climb.

Love is a book.

Once he or she is obsessed, he or she will not be able to do anything about himself.

Even if you don't know how to read, you have to read.

Love is a song.

Once he or she is obsessed, he or she does not know how to pretend to understand.

Even if the tone is out of tune, it is said that it is good.

Love is a river.

Once he or she falls, he or she does not know the depths.

Even if you don't know how to wade, you dare to wade.

Acacia] In dreams, Acacia is two pictures with different landscapes.

Wind and snow over there. This side of the tide.

In the clouds, Acacia is the two wild geese that fly north and south.

Autumn over there. This side of the spring leaves.

In the shadow, Acacia is the two instruments that play love songs.

Xiao Guan over there. This side of the jade flute.

In love, Acacia is a two-wheeled waning moon that crosses concepts.

Hold me over there. Hang Yi here.

Toast a thousand miles away.

Three glasses to drink.

A thousand lamps can show sincerity.

It's not that the host is not drunk.

I only hate spirits and hurt my bosom friend.

People who are always grateful are the happiest, and the life of gratitude is the sweetest.

Learn to be grateful – be grateful to my parents for giving me precious life.

Learn to be grateful – be grateful to my teachers because they have given me endless knowledge.

Learn to be grateful – be grateful to my friends because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties.

Learn to be grateful – be grateful for everything around me because they have given me the space to grow harmoniously and healthily.

Don't forget to say "thank you".

On our growth path, there are too many people to be grateful for, and who do you want to thank the most, write the words of gratitude on the gratitude card.

There is one word that is the most kind, there is a call that is the most beautiful, there is a person to be thankful for, and there is a person who should be thanked the most, and it is - "mother".

His wrinkles were deep, and she gave me beautiful youth.

His * hands were thick, and she gave me the warm sunshine.

He* bent over, and she gave me a straight back.

His eyes were dazzled, and she gave me her bright eyes.

In the face of mother's deep feelings and listening to mother's earnest wishes, we should learn to be grateful and should learn to be grateful.

But many times, we get used to receiving this kind of love and taking it for granted.

I gradually forgot to be moved, and I forgot to say thank you. His * love is like a strong cup of tea that we need to savor.

Let us live a happy life, let us grow up without worries, is the wish of all parents, if mother's love is a boat, carrying us from youth to maturity;

Then father's love is a sea, giving us a happy harbor.

If the true feelings of the mother ignite the hope in our hearts; Then the father's love will be the sail that puffs up our voyage.

What to thank you, my parents!

The love of parents is endless.

We take all the kindness to heart.

Wanderer's Groan. Mother's hand line, wanderer's shirt

The proximity is dense.

I'm afraid that I will return late, who is careless

Three Chunhui of the newspaper!